Since your biggest erogenous zone is your brain, scientists are busy working on a vibrator for your mind! More specifically, Oxford University’s department of psychiatry is developing a small chip that would massage the pleasure center behind your eyes, the orbitofrontal cortex. Originally and successfully created to treat the symptoms of Parkinson’s, researchers believe they can use the chip to increase sexual sensations, without all the messy love and aerobic BS normally required for sex. While I’ve been waiting for a sex pill, like the one in “Barbarella” (see above), this chip seems to cause the desired affect permanently. Schwinnng for life! Although, in my enthusiasm, I am getting a little ahead of the research… Keep reading »
Psychiatrists are a British hospital have come to the conclusion that for some people, sexual thoughts leading to fits of sneezing, while other people may be prone to sneezing after orgasm. So that explains why I couldn’t stop the incessant tickling in my nose while watching “Murder By Numbers” on TV today. [Newser.com] Keep reading »
We poke a lot of fun at silly studies on The Frisky, but occasionally one comes along that’s actually interesting and insightful. Researchers at Harvard University have discovered that our experience of pain depends on whether we think someone caused the pain intentionally. Participants in the study were given electrical shocks and asked to rate the level of pain they experienced. When those participants believed the electrical shock was delivered intentionally rather than on accident, they rated that shock as more painful. This made me think about whether the same thing would apply to emotional pain and not just physical pain. Does it feel worse when someone hurts your feelings on purpose rather than on accident? Think about heartbreak — does it feel worse when the heartbreak happens as a result of someone doing something hurtful, like cheating? [Science Daily] Keep reading »
My older brother tortured me through childhood, but now he’s saving my lifestyle. According to a new study, I’m less likely to spawn thanks to my big bro. Yay, baby free forever! (Can you tell I don’t want kids?) Sheffield University researchers, who poured over birth, marriage, and death records, discovered that anyone, male or female, with an older male sibling is 5% less likely to have children than people with female older siblings. They also have children later in life and space their babies out. (Hmm, maybe we are just wiser?) On the downside, guys’ younger siblings are much more likely to be shorter. So that explains why my brother is over six foot while I’m one inch away from legally being a little person! The theory being tossed around is that first-born males took a toll on your mom back in the womb and researchers believe it has even more psychological implications on the siblings that came after. In time, I hope science will give me the go ahead to send my big bro my therapy bills. Meanwhile, I’m just grateful he’s helping me keep my curves childproof. There’s only room for one baby in this family — me! [Daily Mail]
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Well, actually, male menopause is called “andropause.” But wordage aside, researchers are trying to prove there is a very real life change men experience in their silver fox years, akin to the infamous female hot flashin’ phase. Just as women stop ovulating, men see a steep drop in hormonal levels between the ages of 45-50. However, their low levels aren’t really evident until they start having medical problems in their 60’s. While some believe male menopause is merely a myth, certain medical researchers, like the European Association of Urology, are trying to link diabetes, obesity, depression, sensitive moobs, exhaustion and lack of sex drive all to the decrease in testosterone. Damn, that male hormone is causing more problems than our tanking economy! Doctors are running tests to find a possible solution, injecting testosterone into over-65 dudes, hoping to prove it can stave off the symptoms of old age. Hmm, could this be Mick Jagger’s secret new drug fix? [Guardian and Mayo Clinic]
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“I can go all night long, baby!” While this common guy claim is rarely true, is this really what women want? According to a Penn State Study published last spring, ”Satisfactory sexual intercourse for couples lasts from three to 13 minutes.” Damn, that’s less time than it takes me eat a burrito! (Which, let’s face it, in some cases, can be more deliciously gratifying.) But sex, as we all know, is a quality over quantity thing. Going at it like bunnies until the break of dawn sounds fun, but with risk factors like chafing, early morning meetings, and general exhaustion, you can’t go on bumpin’ uglies forever — which explains why “women like sex to last, and last, and last” came in second in our poll of sexual misconceptions. So, what do you consider the perfect amount of time strictly for D-in-V-style penetration?
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University of Rochester psychologists tested how different colors affected men’s attitudes towards women in five different experiments. In one, the color of a woman’s shirt was digitally changed from red to blue. The men were asked, “Imagine that you are going on a date with this person and have $100 in your wallet. How much would you be willing to spend on your date?” When the woman was wearing a red shirt, more men rated her attractive and sexually desirable, and they were more likely to take her out on an expensive date. So this is why Sarah Palin always wears a red suit… [LiveScience] Keep reading »
Groundbreaking researchers, at Utrecht University in the Netherlands, have found that premature ejaculation is all thanks to DNA. Previously thought of as a psychological problem or the result of effective lingerie, these doctors discovered it simply has to do with the gene that controls serotonin. The good is that it’s nobody’s fault that the sexy party is over before it really began. The bad news is that a third of men have this gene. So, what is a girl to do? Here are our Sexy Solutions For Setbacks In The Sack…
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Growing up, my mom and dad shared the responsibility of bringing home the bacon…well, the proverbial bacon — we’re Jewish. Anyway, my mom was a realtor and good at her job, but I’ll never forget her main competitor. His wife didn’t work and he was a jerk, the kind of guy who used too much hair grease and put his cheesy head shot up at bus stops. While my mother kept me in enriching after school programs, this other slick Realtor dude would scam his clients for sympathy by dragging his son around to meetings. One particular prospective female client even told my mother she was going to go with this guy because he was really his family’s breadwinner. Puke — that’s some serious girl-on-girl crime! I was always proud of my mama for Mary Tyler Moore-ing it up in the face of sexist foolishness, but apparently this chauvinist realtor isn’t the only man who has cashed in on close-mindedness.
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